St. Patty's Day: A Day of Infamy.

Thanks to London, I have finally found an established group of friends that I like and actually want to hang out with regularly and who remind me of my group of friends from home. As a die hard Seinfeld fan, I have increasingly become aware of the take away messages that are ever present throughout each episode. One I’ve learned to live by – keeping separate worlds. This meaning, never merging friend groups. However, St Patrick’s day weekend, my worlds collided. Sam, Lizzie, Red, Alyssa, Brandon Byers and Sean all came to Chicago to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. Because many of my friends from home had spring break this week, many were home for these festivities as well. While excited to see them, I was anxious for the explosion Seinfeld ensured me would happen upon such an event. The integration however, was everything but the catastrophic collision. We gathered at my friend’s house and drank throughout the day. Introducing the Madison/London crew to Haligan’s was exciting and went smoothly also… things were going good. That is until 5pm hit. I had received an invite to the Bulls game by one of the player’s brothers, a jolly British man Lizzie and I met while in London. Guaranteed good seats, free tickets, and a possible introduction to at least one Bulls player. It was too good to be true. Excitedly, I went home to change, no way was I was going to meet a Bulls player in my St. Patrick’s Day attire. While at home, I thought it would be a good idea to eat a little something, drink some water and lay down in my bed—just for a second. Fast forward to three hours later: Bulls game was over, 3 missed calls and 2 text messages and tears in my eyes. I had fallen asleep and missed the chance to potentially mark 2012 as the year I started being friends with the Chicago Bulls. Instead, St. Patrick’s Day 2012 now marks one of the dumbest days of my life. But it was still fun.